the hardest of smiles; unshed tears
the scariest of thoughts; all hidden inside
the easiest of pretence, but plainly in sight.
never thought it would be this hard.
i forgive you
because there is no other way for me to live
i forgive you Continue reading “after the fall”
A new blanket for a little girl. Took me a while to complete it (probably because I was working on several different ones at the same time). And life also happened inbetween. Continue reading “bumble bee”
Somestimes it is better to lose.
Sometimes it is better to forget.
But sometimes, only sometimes, you wish you could go back and never begin.
Death came one day and asked: “Are you ready?”
“I’ll lend you for a while a child of mine,” He said.
“For you to love the while he lives and mourn for when he’s dead.
It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three,
But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me?”
A new project of mine and almost finished. Inspired by something I saw on Pinterest a few months ago, I decided a colourful blanket was just the very thing. Continue reading “stripes are for the wicked”
sunshine, love, open space, a giggle, the smell of the ocean, a kiss, ice cream, trust, a word, a massage, bird of paradise, a knitted cardigan, a James Morrison song, lentil soup, snow, wood fire, an old photograph, espressi in Rome, sisters, spring rain, a train ride with destination unknown, Japanese, a walk home from work, a first date, a smile, poetry, peace of mind, a clean apartment, grandma’s hands, you, Chopin Nocturne Op.9 No.2, carrots with dip, Continue reading “give me a hundred wishes”
I like Kenneth Kvarnström. Actually I am talking about his work.
Modern dance can be rather ‘unique’. It is not for everyone; and while I do enjoy the classics, I never warmed to modern dance performances. They generally do not make sense to me. There is too much elaborate intellectualisation to make it enjoyable. I feel pressured into thinking a certain way; to interpret in a certain way. If you know what I mean. Continue reading “tre”
there aren’t many things in life that I adore more. Being close to you, touching, feeling … sensing you. I rest my cheek against your chest. Your skin is warm and I can feel your heartbeat talking to me. I trace my fingers along your body; all the way to that little line of hair promising a different universe.
I smile and listen to your heartbeat. Have I ever told you that I love you? Have I ever made you understand that it is true? I whisper: “I love you Krümmelchen.” and I feel you sigh.
I stare into your eyes. redamō. A love returned in full.